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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.