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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.