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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.