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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Neu!,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.