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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.