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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
JFA,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.