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 Estonia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.