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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.