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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.