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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.