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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.