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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.