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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.