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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Ten City,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.