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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.