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 Benin and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.