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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.