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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.