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 Korea North and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.