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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Slave 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.