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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Can,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.