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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.