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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.