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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.