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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.