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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.