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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.