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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.