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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.