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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.