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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.