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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.