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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.