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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.