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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.