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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Can,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Interpol,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.