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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
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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.