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 Russia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Doors,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.