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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.