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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.