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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.