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 Sweden 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.