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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.