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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.