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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
10cc,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.