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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 ABC to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.