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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.