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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Urselle,
the Association,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.