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 Vanuatu 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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.