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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.