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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.