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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.