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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.