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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.