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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.