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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.