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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.