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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.