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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.