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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.