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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.