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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
X-102,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Can,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.