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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Index,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.