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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.