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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.