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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.