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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.