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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Television,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.