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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.