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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Pole,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.