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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Scion,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.