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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.