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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.