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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.