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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Television,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.