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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.