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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.