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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.