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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.