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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Television,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.