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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.