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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.