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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.