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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.