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 Austria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.