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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.