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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.