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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.