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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.