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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
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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.