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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Faust,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.