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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.