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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.