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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Vogues 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.