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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.