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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.