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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.