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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.