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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.