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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Brick,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.