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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.