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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.