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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.