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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.