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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Index to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.