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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.