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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.