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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.