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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.