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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.