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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.