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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.