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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.