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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Move,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.