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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
UT,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.