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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
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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.