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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.