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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.