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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.