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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
The Victims,
Gong,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
the Normal,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.