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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
PIL,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.