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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.