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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.