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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.