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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.