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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.