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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.