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 Peru 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.