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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.