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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.