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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.