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 Turkey and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.