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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Cymande,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.