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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.