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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Little Man,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.