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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Smog,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.