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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Can,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.