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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
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.