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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.