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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.