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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.