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 France 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.