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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.