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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.