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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.