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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.