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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.