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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.