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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.