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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.