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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.