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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
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.