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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Swans,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.