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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
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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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Normal 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
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Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.