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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
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Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.