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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.