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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.