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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
cv313,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.