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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.