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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
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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.