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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.