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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.