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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.