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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.