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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.