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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Moss Icon 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.