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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.