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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.