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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.