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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.