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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.