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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.