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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.