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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Index,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.