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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.