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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.