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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.