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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.