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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.