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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.