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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.