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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Pole,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.