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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.