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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.