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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slackers,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.