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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.