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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Index,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.