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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.