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 China and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.