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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.