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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.