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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.