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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.