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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.