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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.