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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.