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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.