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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.