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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.