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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.