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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.