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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.