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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Visage,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.