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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Crime,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.