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 London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.