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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.