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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.