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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.