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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.