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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.