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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.