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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.