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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.