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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.