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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.