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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Erasure,
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Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.