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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
New Order,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.