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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.