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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.