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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.