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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.