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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.