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 Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.