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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Nas,
The Move,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.