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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.