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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.