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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.