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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.