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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.