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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.