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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.