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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Franke,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.