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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.