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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.