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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.