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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.