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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.