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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.