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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
a-ha,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.