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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Visage,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.