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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Josef K,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.