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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.