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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.