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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.