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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.