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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.