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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.