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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.