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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
UT,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.