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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
MDC,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.