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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.