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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.