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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.