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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.