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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.