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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.