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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.