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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Q65,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.