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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.