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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.