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 Togo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.