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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.