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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Cure,
Can,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.