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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Pole,
Ossler,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.