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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.