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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.