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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.