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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.