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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.