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 Iran 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.