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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.