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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.