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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.