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 Palau and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Crime,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.