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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Wings,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.