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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.