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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.