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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.