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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.