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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.