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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.