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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.