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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.