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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Gong,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.