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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.