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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.