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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.