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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.