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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.