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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.