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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.