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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.