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 Macedonia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.