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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.