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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.