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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.