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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.