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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.