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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Move,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.