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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.