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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.