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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.