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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.