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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.