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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.