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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.