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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.