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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.