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 Cape Verde 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.