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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
June Days,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
cv313,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Fear,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.