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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.