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 Togo 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.