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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.