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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.