Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.