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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.