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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.