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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.