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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.