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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.