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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
DNA,
AZ,
CMW,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.