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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.