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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.