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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.