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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.