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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.