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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.