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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Wire,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.