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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.