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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.