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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Swans,
Mars,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.