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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.