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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.