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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.