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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.