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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.