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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.