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 Romania and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.