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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
UT,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.