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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.