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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.