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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.