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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
UT,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.