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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.