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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.