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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Scion,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.