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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.