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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.