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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.