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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.