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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Searchers,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.