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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.