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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.