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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.