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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.