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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Niagra,
Audionom,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.