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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.