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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.