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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.