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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.