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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.