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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.