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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.