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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.