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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.