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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.