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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.