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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.