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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.