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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.