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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.