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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Victims,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.