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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.