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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Television,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.