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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.