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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.