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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.