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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.