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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.