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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Magma,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.