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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Mars,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.