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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.