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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.