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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.