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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.