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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.