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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.