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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.