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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.