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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.