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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.