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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.