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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.