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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.