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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.