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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.