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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.