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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.