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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.