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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.