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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.