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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.