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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.