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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.