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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.