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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.