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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.