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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.