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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.