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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.