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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.