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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.