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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.