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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.