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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.