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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.