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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.