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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.