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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.