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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.