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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.