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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.