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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.