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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.