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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.