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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.