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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Residents to the grime 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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
AZ,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.