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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.