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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.