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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.