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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Move,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.