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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.