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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.