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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.