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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Television,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.