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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.