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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.