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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.