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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.