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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.