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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.