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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Skriet to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.