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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Magma,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.