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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.