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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.