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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.