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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.