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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.