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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.