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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.