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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.