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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.