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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.