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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.