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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.