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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.