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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
New Order,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.