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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.