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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.