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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.