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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.