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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.