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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
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.