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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.