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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Scion,
Erasure,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.