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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.