Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.

All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Niagra, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Martian, Roy Ayers, Barry Ungar, Pet Shop Boys, The Shadows of Knight, Groovy Waters, Peter and Kerry, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Camouflage, The Fuzztones, The Music Machine, The Birthday Party, Joy Division, Scion, Jeff Lynne, Althea and Donna, Youth Brigade, Wolf Eyes, John Holt, Isaac Hayes, Tim Buckley, Soulsonic Force, Rapeman, Tropical Tobacco, Simply Red, Cal Tjader, Big Daddy Kane, Silicon Teens, Make Up, Goldenarms, Kerri Chandler, The Beau Brummels, Theoretical Girls, Marvin Gaye, Aloha Tigers, The Electric Prunes, The Durutti Column, Barbara Tucker, The Offenders, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Ralphi Rosario, the Germs, Jeff Mills, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Patti Smith, Swell Maps, Kenny Larkin, The Saints, cv313, DeepChord presents Echospace, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Parry Music, the Soft Cell, James Chance & The Contortions, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Star Department, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Black Flag, Bobby Womack, Jerry's Kids, The Raincoats, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)