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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.