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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.