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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.