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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.