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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.