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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Josef K,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.