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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.