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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.