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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
UT,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.