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 Somalia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Suicide,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.