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 Poland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Pole,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.