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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Motorama,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.