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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.