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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.