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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Monks,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.