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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.