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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.