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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Pole,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.