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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.