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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.