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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.