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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.