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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.