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 Palau 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.