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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.