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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.