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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.