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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.