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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.