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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.