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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.