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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.