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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.