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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.