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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.