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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.