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 Austria 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.