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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.