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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.