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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.