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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.