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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.