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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.