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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lyres 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Motions,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.