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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.